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Thursday, April 25, 2013

FREE Gay Book Excerpt: The Vegas Shark

I like to post these free excerpts from time to time for various reasons. One of which is to show how e-books look in raw form before they are formatted and released for sale. This excerpt below is from the Bad Boy Billionaire Series, The Vegas Shark. One of the books I enjoyed writing the most, and one that I've always thought was the most emotional and filled with the most innocent brand of love there is...forgiveness.

It's also one of the few books I've been able to do something I love to do, and that's end the book with the same sentence with which I began it. I can't show an example here because that would ruin the ending, but it's nice when I can tie up a book that way. It doesn't happen often.

This all happened about
a month after Treston ran into Cooper near the used car dealership where he’d
gone to apply for a job. After Cooper helped Treston into the car, he drove him
home and called in sick that day. He spent the rest of the afternoon listening
to Treston talk about how frustrated he was with his life and how he wanted to
change his circumstances. In the past when they’d communicated with each other
through social media, Treston had held back and he’d never gone into any great
details about what he did for a living, especially the part about being a male
escort sometimes. But that afternoon he told Cooper Boon everything, from his
ping pong ball act to the guys he saw in private sometimes after the shows.
Treston figured if he wanted a relationship with this man he had to be honest
and it had to be based on mutual trust.

Cooper sat and listened without saying much. At one
point, he sat down on the sofa next to Treston and put his arms around him. He
held him tightly and said, “I had a feeling your life wasn’t exactly normal or
perfect. But I had no idea it was this complicated. What you need is stability.
You need a regular routine.” He made a fist and pounded the sofa arm.

At the time, Treston felt secure confessing all this to
Cooper. Though he was attracted to Cooper, he didn’t think Cooper would ever
want to get involved with him. Good guys like Cooper Boone didn’t think about
starting relationships with male strippers who sometimes got paid to have
sexual encounters with other men. Good guys like Cooper Boone found decent,
respectable guys with whom to build relationships around set patterns and
normal routines.

So no one could have been more surprised than Treston
when Cooper grabbed him, threw him down on the sofa, and kissed him. And when
Cooper stopped kissing and said, “I’ll help you get a job because I’m in love
with you and I want to marry you,” Treston thought he’d lost his senses for a
moment.

Treston sat back and said, “All the other men I’ve been
with don’t bother you? And I’ve never been able to stick to a routine or
pattern in my life.”

Cooper reached for Treston’s hands and held them tightly.
“No. The other men don’t bother me. I’m in love with you and that’s all that
matters. And I’ll turn you around. I’ll get you into a routine.”

Cooper didn’t go home that night. For once, he broke his
routine. They ordered take out, drank wine until midnight, and wound up in
Treston’s bed where Treston was surprised to learn Cooper Boon made love even
rougher and with more intensity than any of the bad boys Treston had dated in
the past. That night Cooper threw him down, slapped him in all the right spots,
and turned him around in so many different positions Treston actually had
trouble keeping up with him. He even grabbed his throat and punched him a few
times. And in the morning when Treston climbed out of bed to examine the
bruises on the backs of his legs, he noticed Cooper’s cowboy hat and boots on
the bedroom floor and smiled. He knew, deep in his gut, he’d finally found the
right man to fall in love with.

The rest happened so fast Treston barely had time to think.
Cooper got him a part time job at Lake Mead working as a file clerk three
mornings a week in the ranger’s station. He wanted Treston to quit his job at
Chickey’s strip club right away, but Treston said he couldn’t do it until he
either was married or had another full time job on which he could support
himself. So Cooper made a deal with him. Cooper told Treston if he quit his job
at Chickey’s he would marry him even though gay marriage was not legally
recognized. He said Treston could move into his larger apartment and he would
take care of him until he found a full time job that didn’t include stripping.
Then he kissed Treston, told him he loved him, and he would always take care of
him. So Treston agreed to everything and they set a wedding date with enough
time for Treston to give his notice at the club, clean up his affairs, and get
out of his lease.

One month later, as Treston organized a few files in the
ranger’s station, he still felt so giddy about his new life he found himself
whistling You Are My Sunshine and
didn’t even realize it. He was doing this when the heavyset ranger, Roger,
returned from lunch. Cooper had been gone for about an hour. Roger opened the
door and sent him a look and he stopped whistling immediately. Then Treston
smiled and asked, “Is there anything special you’d like me to do for you before
I leave. I don’t mind. I have plenty of time.” Because he only worked part time
three mornings a week and didn’t have a car, he had to spend the entire afternoon
on the days he worked walking the trails of Lake Mead until Cooper was finished
working so he could take him home. He didn’t mind staying in the station and
working without getting paid. He would have done anything short of blowing
Roger to pass the time.

Roger shrugged and said, “Nothing I can think of.” He was
one of those hapless souls without much energy. Nothing excited him more than a
dozen doughnuts or a full box of Twinkies. In the same respect, nothing ever
seemed to upset him either which made him easy to work with. The first week
Treston had started working there Roger had entered the back room and he’d
found Treston in Cooper’s arms near the lockers where the rangers changed their
clothes. They’d been kissing, thinking they were all alone, and Treston’s pants
had been down around his ankles. Any of the other rangers would have gasped and
kicked them both out. But not Roger. He just sent them a glance, rubbed his
large stomach, gaped at Treston’s ass for a second, and continued to the bathroom
without as much as a second glance. And when Treston tried to apologize later
and tell Roger nothing like that would ever happen again, Roger just shrugged
and said, “It’s none of my business what anyone else does. I keep to myself.”

“Are you sure you don’t need anything done,” Treston
said. It was hot out and he didn’t feel like walking the trails all afternoon.
“I can clean the place up a little. I don’t think the floor has been vacuumed
in a while. I don’t mind at all.”

Roger glanced down at his desktop and said, “Nope. I’m
good. I’ll see you later.”

Treston knew there was nothing he could say or do to
change Roger’s mind. And he didn’t want Roger to get annoyed with him. So he
went to the back room, changed his clothes, and left the ranger’s station about
fifteen minutes later. He started walking toward one of his favorite trails, as
far away from the trail where Harlan Rocks had left him naked as he could get.
He liked this trail in particular because he sometimes ran into Cooper later in
the afternoon as Cooper was heading back to the station and Cooper would break
his routine. Sometimes they would sneak behind a rock and make love. One afternoon
Cooper pulled down Treston’s pants and bent him over a flat boulder, and
another afternoon Treston blew Cooper while he was still on his horse.
Sometimes…and only because Cooper requested this…Treston would remove all his
clothes and put on Cooper’s cowboy boots and hat while Cooper threw Treston
over the horse and spanked him.

It didn’t take long for Treston to learn that
straight-laced Cooper Boon who appeared so conservative and set in his ways on
the outside had a few kinky needs in the bedroom. They weren’t outrageous; just
little things like Treston wearing his boots or Treston wearing long fake red
fingernails. Cooper really seemed to get off spanking Treston with all kinds of
things, from kitchen spatulas to the soles of his cowboy boots. And though
these were not kinky things Treston would have ever done or even suggested,
Treston felt the need to please the man he was in love with, partly because he
was Treston’s hero and partly because Cooper was the one man with the ability
to take Treston away from the only life he’d known as a stripper.

While Treston headed toward the trail that afternoon, he
started to whistle You are my Sunshine
again. He felt unusually excited and didn’t know why. But as he turned right to
head off the road, he heard a car coming, followed by sound of deep familiar
voice say, “Do you need a ride, bitch?”

Treston stopped walking and glanced up at the clear sky.
He took a quick breath and rolled his eyes. This wasn’t the first time
something like this had happened in the past month. He turned slowly and
glanced at the long black limo that had stopped at the side of the road. He put
his hands on his hips, frowned, and said, “No, thank you. I don’t need a ride.”
He had to clench his teeth to force himself not to smile.

Chad Pratt was hanging out of the back window. From what
Treston could see, he was naked. Chad climbed up a little higher, flashed his
dick, and said, “C’mon, bitch. You know you need me. I’ll take you home. This
park ranger shit isn’t for you and you know it. You need a guy like me. You
crave it.”

Ever since the night they’d had dinner, Chad had been
trying to contact him. Treston had thought the roses Chad had sent the day
after had been the end of all this silliness. But he’d been wrong. A week after
that Chad came to the club to watch him shoot ping pong balls and he’d
requested a private show later that night. When Chickey told Treston that Chad
was waiting for him in the back, Treston explained to Chickey he didn’t want to
do a private show with Chad because he didn’t want to get involved with him. He
told Chickey the entire story about meeting Chad, having dinner with him, and
the way Chad had been hounding him; Chickey listened without saying a word.
After Treston explained the situation, Chickey went back and told Chad it
wasn’t going to happen. This was one of the things about Chickey that Treston
loved most. It’s also why he insisted on giving Chickey plenty of notice before
he quit his job to marry Cooper. Treston knew the ping pong ball show was
important to the club and he didn’t want Chickey to lose money. Chickey truly
cared for the guys who worked for him and he never forced them to do anything
they didn’t want to do. Not even with Chad Pratt.

“Will you please leave me alone,” Treston said. “I’m not
getting in the car with you, you tired old movie star.” Although Treston
thought Chad looked as adorable as ever hanging out of the back window naked, and
they both knew he was only joking when he called him a tired old movie star, there
was nothing Treston would to do ruin his wonderful relationship with Cooper. To
leave a good solid man with a set routine for the worst bad boy in Vegas might
have been something Treston would have done a year earlier. But not anymore.

Chad threw one of his long legs out the window and over
the side of the limo. He started playing with himself…clearly not serious about
getting off because that would have been insane; just joking around…right there
on the side of the road and said, “I’m never going to leave you alone. I love
you. I’m even thinking about starting a new career as a male stripper to get
closer to you.”

“Well I don’t love you,” Treston said. “And you’re too
old to strip.”

Chad laughed. “Yes you do. You just won’t admit it. And
I’ll bet I could shoot ping pong balls out of my ass better than you.”

“I don’t have to admit anything,” Treston said. “And you
only think you love me because I keep rejecting you. I know how that works,
trust me. It’s all a big game with guys like you, the assholes of the world,
and the only reason you want me is because I don’t want you.”

“I’ve changed,” Chad said. “I’m not an asshole anymore.
I’m not even an asswipe.”

“That’s not what I read in the newspaper,” Treston said.
About a week after Treston had had dinner with Chad, while Chad had been
sending him roses and gifts, Chad’s blond boyfriend with the potty mouth had
discovered Chad in bed with his brother again. The blond potty mouth went
berserk and chased his brother down the street naked. When potty mouth caught
his brother, he beat him up so badly…kicks and scratches…because he’d been
sleeping with Chad, he wound up getting arrested and the brother pressed
charges against him. Of course Chad had kept his own name out of the paper, and
what that had cost him Treston could only guess. But Treston knew the moment he
read the article and recognized the photo of the blond potty mouth on the front
page Chad had been the man they’d been fighting over.

Chad jumped out of the limo stark naked and jogged to
where Treston was standing. “You don’t have to worry about Dare anymore. We
broke up after that unfortunate incident.”

Treston pulled him to the left, behind a large rock.
“You’re going to get arrested. A man your age in your position shouldn’t be
running around naked in the middle of the day. Have you lost your mind
completely?”Chad continued to smile; his
steel blue eyes and the little fleck of silver in his hair sparkled in the
bright sun. “I don’t care if I get arrested. I love you and nothing else
matters.”

Second Chance: The Complete Series

About Me

Ryan
@ryanfield
Hybrid author of over 100 published modern romance novels and stories, including AN OFFICER AND HIS GENTLEMAN, FANGSTERS, THE RAINBOW DETECTIVE AGENCY and best selling VIRGIN BILLIONAIRE SERIES. (The profile photo isn't very good, but it's really me and it's recent from 2017. I'm not supposed to be a photographer. )
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